Die Zeit vergeht, unentwegh, sei steht nei still.

(Time Passes, Continuously, It Never Stands Still)

“Get them off, brother.” Germany’s clutching onto his top, fingers twined so deeply into the material that Prussia can hear the fabric strain as his fists tighten further. Something twists deep in Prussia’s stomach at the term of address - that’s all ( Read more... )

I'm offering fanfic for help_japan, so if you feel up to it, here's the link! I'm also offering a year's worth of weekly letters/postcards/small packages here.  If you have money (unlike me!) please bid, if not for something of mine, than for someone else's. You're helping out a totally awesome nation (I would know, I've lived there) and getting ( Read more... )

This is the first thing that I have ever written for KH so ... be gentle? The request is only a couple of months old, so hopefully the OP's still here.

Onomatopoeia

It starts as the first thing that he knows. There are three things in his world - darkness, not the Darkness that he'll come to know later but simply the blackness that resides behind ( Read more... )

Australia is many things.

He is England's bastard, replacement, rebound son, a glorified prison that has risen far beyond its original purpose. He has learnt by now that he should never go drinking with England, the man makes him wants to shake him out of his stupor and scream at him that despite Eureka, he will never be America. He will always be ( Read more... )

Moods, And The Ruining Thereof

The first time that they're about to kiss, romantic music swells in the background. Hungary pauses, the music swells louder and she giggles, planting a hand in Austria's face to push him back. Suddenly, she really, really wants to kill something. Perhaps Prussia would oblige.

Austria disapproves of many, many things ( Read more... )

Beneath The Radiant Southern Cross, They'll … Uh … Gamble Away Training Sessions…?

Australia knows that he is young. He is one of the youngest of all England colonies, he should be thankful that they allow him anywhere near the war room. He should be flattered that they allow him to be in the same country as the fucking war room. He should be.

( But he isn't. )

(It should be noted that this references and earlier fill on the KM, not written by me, in which Iceland gets out of debt by selling videos of himself being molested by a tentacle monster. If anyone has the link to that or the deanoned link, if you could give it to me I’d be eternally grateful.)

The Power Of Words And Glasses

“Yeah!” Crows ( Read more... )

He is the man that waltzed Matilda. He is the man that chased a brumby down the Snowy River. He is the men that gather around their campfires and tell endless stories of the one-that-got-away. He is the moment’s pause before stepping up to the wickets. He is the deep breath before the dive into artic-cold waters. He is the ecstatic crew who win the ( Read more... )

England doesn’t know how to feel about Australia anymore. Once, when he was his youngest child, his biggest embarrassment and worst-kept secret, England wanted nothing more than to drown the hyperactive thief in a barrel. It was easy to think such thoughts when well away from the child, but when faced with earnest green eyes and evil red ones, one ( Read more... )

Let Me Count The Ways

“How long have we known each other for, Sweden?”

( Sweden doesn't answer. He feels like he's knows Finland forever, that there's always been that small, fiercely determined figure tucked somewhere in his peripheral vision. Logically, he knows that there must have been a time before Finland. Logically, he knows this, and it does not hurt his head to know this. )